Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1429 | 2020-05-26 15:59:00 | 57.87 | 95% |
| 1161 | 2020-05-12 12:57:55 | 56.44 | 95% |